Rock On!!! for Life…

“Lucky hote hai woh jinhe zindagi mein doosra mauka miltha hai…“

Yesterday, on the fly, we got tickets for Rock On!!! And it was absolutely rocking. I don’t want to review it. I couldn’t view it as a film. It portrayed characters with some shades of mine, rather you, or everyone.

The film spoke of the rock band, Magik, which did live performances and created wonders. It spoke of the drift in life, in which they are carried away with the compromises of life. I too, rather ,each one of us has created Magik in our yesteryears. I don’t mean live performances or great music. But some magic moments. At various phases in my life. There were KD, Joe and Rob, Tanya and Debbie in many of those whom I met. There was the reminiscent Tea stall in the form of restaurants and other hang outs. There was even Sakshi amongst us, who tried to bring out the real “us”  from inside. And there were the drift aparts too. It has not been 10 years as in the film, but time has taken its toll already, and is dominating. Are we gonna miss the 10 years? Are we really satisfied with the way we live? Are we really happy? Are we being the real? What is it that we are lacking? What if, we don’t get a second chance unlike in the film? Or did we miss the second chance? What if, we are not lucky as Rob in real life?  Do we need to wait for another Sakshi and Devika to sprung up in our lives and take us back once again to recreate Magik? What’s pulling us back to take the initiative???

“..kab woh mera peecha chodenge?..”
“…jab tum unse bhaagna bandh kar dhoge…“

Fragrance of the Earth – Mitti ki khusboo…

At times, you do feel proud as Indian, when some new things happen. Not because you did something patriotic. Not because you were part of the Indian victory in any way, and neither because you ever pray for India in your daily prayers. But its there. That sense of spirit shines and sparkles annually twice in your heart, and also occasionally at such happy news.
When in school, you finish singing along the “Jaya Hai” of the national anthem…
When in television, you see the Republic Day parade early in the morning of Jan 26th..
When in newspapers, you see the bright colors of green saffron and white…
When in those, you read the sacrificing stories of Independence and Indian Culture…
When in theatre, you finish watching Chak De and Swades..
When in media, news came that Lagaan went to Oscars…
When in 1996, the TV report showed Leander Paes winning the bronze medal..
When in bike, you see tomorrow’s youth in small children in school uniform travelling ahead…
When in mobile, you hear the “I love my India” song of Pardes…
When in car, you wish to buy the Indian Flag, available at Rs.10 and place it near the wheel..
When two days ago, you celebrated the Independence Day again..
And when now, India has almost won 3 medals at Beijing Olympics..

Vande Mataram!

Offbeat…

These songs have been crying out in my mind for the past few days. Both are too senti and I guess this and this are the main reasons for me getting disturbed these days.. Strange how music can change your mood!!!

Black hole……..

I am feeling very bored today. At office now.

People thinks or assumes its cos of RK’s return to bangalore. I don’t think at all in that way.

Some unknown bizarre phenomenon is twirling me up in its intense pool of thoughts drifting me away to a strange land. I wonder is it cos of relocation to a new location. But I am aware of the truth too. And i m ready to face it too…

What else it is then? The thoughts of threads strangling and swaying in the winds of life? Wondering whether it would sustain the turmoil? I could feel the anguish and the crying inside. I feel weak. I could hear my heart sagging with unknown burdens. All the eyes are piercing me. Wait.. they are not eyes. No one is looking at all.. I guess i am imagining things.

Why am I always so strange? Does people hate me? There would be atleast some who subscribed unknowingly to this blog, and who would now be wondering at their silly mistakes now. Hmm…

The black hole is again pulling me with its unlimited magnetic power. Its hurting me hard. Too hard…

Bye bye Chennai…

The dreaded day is nearing… The day when I will have to leave Chennai… My home for the past 3 years.. People say I am gonna enjoy a new life in new environment and will be happy hereafter. But they won’t ever know one thing. How much I will miss Chennai, and its memoirs…

Every second passing by, I am trying to come to terms with the reality. Of my marital status and future life. The unknown heavy source asking me to brush off my past and asking me to move ahead in life. The same force which lashed onto me when I was forced to land in Chennai… But that time, things were different. I needed a change and was inclined to step into the world. I had very few friends and most of them were leaving hometown like me… So though the pain was there, I could sense it in everyone, and I could hear their silent prayers and vows in their minds to keep in touch…

But here, I am gonna miss something. Maybe the few friends left out whom I am gonna miss badly… very badly.. Or maybe the good moments we shared with each other with the whole gang… Or maybe the bitter experiences which taught me to face life… Or maybe the Chennai beach which always listened to me…

Words are short to pen down the memories which I treasure in the corner of my heart.. The innumerous people I met, some who came into my life and are still here, and some who have gone away already, the talks, the phone calls, the meets, the shoppings, the films, the getaways, the random musings, the feelings, the mutual understanding, the smiles, the tears, the conflicts, the pain, .. all seems to happen few seconds ago.. how time flies by….

I am gonna miss Chennai. But I have a long way to go. And all that I can do is to pray to myself and to ask the people I miss…
To join hands in preserving the sweet memories…
To strive hard to work out the sweet relation we share..amongst the various phases of life…
To take pains not to lose the closeness and the respect we share for each other as life is very short and the world is so dark..
To keep in touch…..

The Marriage House…

Everything is set. But still, people are wandering here and there amidst the crowd. Calling, searching, smiling, talking, and with children finding their ways in between the legs to win the i-caught-you game, its more or less a pandemonium. Its a marriage house.

There is excitement and prevailing tension,
The voices and huzzle-buzzle, not to mention,
All as part of the so-called preparations,
To mark the beginning of a clear vision.

Thoughts, dreams and fears are high in the air,
Overwhelming the rattles and the sounds bare,
Colored with shades of red and gold, except hair,
They stand apart and aloft, amidst the glare

The uncertainties of career and priorites loomed,
Encircled by relatives, she looked within so gloom,
Friends were here and there, but yet seemed so quiescent,
And too much of making fun, had left him reticent.

There they were, far at the corner, tired but relieved,
Shedding few tears of joy and happiness,
At seeing the blessings being showered,
Sighing at the thoughts of upcoming bliss…

Two pairs of eyes saw them with ease,
To give a helping hand, and to wipe their tears,
To receive their burden of responsibilities,
To lighten their heart, they always were on their heels…

Its my marriage with RK on this May 25th at Ananthashayana Auditorum, Trivandrum, Kerala. All are invited.

The Seeker

Ways to Achieve success; Power of now; Law of Attraction;

Spiritual enlightening books. How do they motivate us? Do they?

I have been reading quite a few ones, like Alchemist, Tuesdays with Morrie, Fish, and some ways to achieve success etc. Most of them carry a single message and keep repeating it through every sequences/scenarios.

People are mostly composed of oscillating thoughts comprised of their dreams and practicality. They do have so many options of living life, the various established (un)realistical myths of right and wrong. The difficult part is to choose to follow. We do accept or hear various views, keeping apart our opinions and views in backend. We sometimes criticize or are empathetic to them, with profound established view point to various matters. There are matters of heart, relationships, money, ambitions, studies, love, family, and many others and innumerous diverse scenarios as much as a writer can be deeply immersed in.

How to accept yourself to follow and choose the selected path is quite easy, once you have selected the factors. They keep juggling inorder to form a balance in life, but there would be some ethics based on which we select the path. To frame the ethics, both material and immaterial ones, is of utmost importance rather than selecting the path or goals. Don’t you think so?

For example, everyone loves their family and their self. They are one of the top priorities along with money. Being selfish is humane, but it need not be purely opposite of selfless.

I don’t deny the definitions, and the established rules of life, they may have some experience – biased reasoning which is high above our understanding. But until we are able to interpret the course of life fully enough to understand its depth, we do can, rather we do alter its basic definitions. That’s just a phase of life when we question and find their answers. The phase when we start framing the ethics. Does that mean, we need to get all the answers to our questions to frame our ethics and thereby select the path to live? Need not be, and I am sure we won’t be getting the answers, we do get, but unsatisfactory. Its just that this is the phase we need to mould more, to create a more happy life. But then why no books available pertaining to this point?
Or is it that I missed some of them?

Fast track…

It was over 7.45pm. The last bus to my home will start within 15 minutes. I swiftly closed all windows, logged off my machine, and closed my drawer. Taking the bag onto my shoulder, I moved out of my desk, walking towards the corridor swiping out my id card. At the corridor, he joined me, with a blank face. He too maybe going home, in his bike.

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11 months ago:

It was over 5.30pm. The first bus was at 6.30pm. The new mail notification was smiling at me at the system tray. It was the mail from him.
“Hello, when leaving?“
“Not decided. What about you?”
“Not much work today. I may leave by 6.30“
“Hmm..Ok, catch a seat for me too”.. “if possible..”
“If possible huh??? I will think about it..“
“Keep thinking.. But inform me before the bus goes.. , I wonder what is there to think!!”
“Like whether I need to bear your chitchat whole while in bus n all…“
“..What!!…”
“..hehe…“
“……”
“…”

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Book Review – Tuesdays with Morrie!!!

I just finished “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Alboom. The book is all about conversations between a student and a Coach, who is about to succumb to ALS disease. You can find instant similarity with the student, Mitch, if you are questioning the meaning of life. They talk about death, money, love, marriage, aging, emotions, family and friends, forgiveness and their essence in our lives. The Coach, Morrie Shwartz, is a teacher in sociology, and his interpretations of human relations and needs is very much true. It also talks abstractly about souls and life after death, and speaks along the borders of life and death.

Every human being is in search of love, and craves for attention. People are different, and hence all need not accept it publicly, the universal truth. We keep expecting more, and end up immersed in material needs like money, things, places, houses, cars, etc. As Morrie says, there is a clear line of distinction in what we need and what we want. But only when we realize that its our last day, we get to the essentials. Relationships and love only survive till our end. His famous aphorism was “Love each other or perish“. True indeed, thats the only one which can give you internal satisfaction, rather than the immaterial ones, which have an expiry date. “Death kills life, not the relationships“.

This book has similarities in ideas referenced by other books like “The Present” or the “LOA”(law of attraction). There are good days and bad days, and there would be times, when we cannot live our life fully as we expected. But we just need to live through the emotion, to experience it fully, and then move on to experience other emotions of life. Its easy to move on, once you grasped the idea of forgiveness. But how many of us do that in our day-to-day life? Maybe thats where people become unique. Every one has their own way of living life and thinking ways.

I would rate the book an 8.5/10 for its excellent message and impact on me. The marks lost in the descriptions of ALS disease, which lefts the strong realization of life in us, that everything is impermanent. But nevertheless, this book has brightened my mood, and I am sure, it can affect you too.

Happy reading.

The last leaf

Its raining heavily in Chennai. And that too in summer. Totally unexpected. But I guess, in life, the only thing that should be expected is the unexpected. Thats the only thing that sustains. Seasons do change. But how and when, is unpredictable. Does Man knows about these?? Do they care about the climate? Whether it rains or not? Whether its sunny or not??? They just complain. “Oh its so hot”. “What a stupid rain”. “What a gloomy day” blah blah… But after all, they are not at fault. When someone says, “its so hot”, its crazy to say “hey no, its sunny but its a beautiful day”. Strange!

Is it so hard to be different?? People say those are some hard core facts of life which we need to accept and move on. True indeed, there are some situations which is out of our control, but chasing our dreams is always in our hand. The dreams need to be flexible indeed as per the situations, and in some cases, its upto us, to find out the fulfillment of our dreams in what is happening around us.

The leaves have worn off now due to the climate change. And what is left are the dropped off leaves and their memories. Some people are busy cleaning up the dry leaves and clearing the mess. But then what will be left out? Isn’t life beautiful with the dry leaves filled on the ground, with some few leaves left on the rusted tree??? Isn’t the last leaf always beautiful???